Name: Tori/Rex
Pup: ( pic below will show which pup you want) The only male
Gender: (Given) Male
Personality: He is very cunning and wise, but in street smarts. He uses them to get out of bad situations, and
trouble he gets himself into. He fears fighting other dogs, and dosen't let it show nomatter what because he dosen't want
to come off as 'soft' or a 'push over' so he tries doging it with his smarts. He's also quick, and would make a good team
dog, but thinks sled dogs are flashy and looks down to them. He's a street dog, so can be cruel, but often Isn't, just
has a smart mouth, and it gets him in trouble but he weasles his way out of it. He hates the cold, and lives in a junk
yard, because of his hate of humans. He often barks at people so he'll come off as 'the junkyard dog'. He dose play fair
though and is not a cheater or a backstabber. He's loyal to anyone who can come as close to as a 'friend' as posible.
Future: He had been born hating fighting. And his owner he was adopted by
was a dog fighter. He didn't know it,
but by the age of two years, he was switched from his training choke collar,
to a new red one with spikes. His given name
from his parents was Tori, but his new owner called him Rex. He liked his new name,
until he arrived at the fighting arena.
His owner said. "I'll make alot of money for this wolf mongrel." And he was sent into
the ring. A large pitbull started walking
slowly at him. He pleaded for the dog to have mercy, because he never had been in
a fight and was afriad. The dog
Slashed his side, witch bled but wasn't to bad. Tori flipped out over the sight of
blood, and dashed around he ring.
He dog hollered for him to play along and fight, but Tori, with is tall self, jumped at an
opening of the wooden cage.
He started running and a bullet shot pounded against his eardrum. It landed a few feet
away from him. Not looking
where he was going, he slipped and fell down a hill, and was knocked out. When he
woke up, he could see the lights of a small
town. He darted for the town. And as much as he wanted to rip the collar off, a dog
catching truck drove past. As he fearfuly
slunk away, thinking it could have been him in the truck instead of those dogs, he hung
his head down low. Hearing yapping
from the truck, he notcied the man was after a Greyhound, who was quickly running
through the streets. He picked the cage on
the truck heading for the pound and five dogs rumbled out. They thanked him, and he
was proud of what he did, until a large
doberman walked slowly out and stared him down. He slowly told his he needed to get
that collor off, before people became suspitous.
He told him he couldn't and the doberman replied. "Down the street there is a large
fence. Inside is a dog who will help you." And it turned
around and walked away. Tori realy wanted the collor off, and rushed to the yard.
As he approached the dog it was sleeping and he woke
it. He dog growled and pinned Tori to the wall of the house and said he was going to be
killed for trespasing. But Tori replied "Oh no no! I
wasn't treaspasing, I fear great mighty dogs like you!" Seeing that the dog was buying it,
he contiued. "They said that you could'nt rip off
a spike collar, and I said I would prove them all wrong, and here I am, so all you have
to do is rip this here collar right off my neck." He dog did it and
Tori ran. He found himself in a junk yard. It was a cold and wet place, but he stayed
there. Waking up to many dogs, he jumped to his feet. These dogs
had scars, and e feared begging would get him nowhere, so he barked. "Why are you
in my territory?" Very loudly. They replied. "Your the dog that
saved us, please, let us join you in your territory!" So he relized, with a pack,
he didn't have to do much fighting.
He agreed and let them stay. He often didn't talk to them much though.
He lived under a piece of Carboard that
Only covered half his body for a few days, but when the weather started
getting colder, he was wondering around the Junkyard, and found an old car. It
was deeply inbeded in all the other trash, and he crawled inside.
(It was missing the passeger seat's door) So he went to the very back.
There was three seats in all, the other three had been ripped out. It left a big warm
room in the back. It also had a few old blankets in it. He disided to
make it his den, insead of cardboard. He quickly got to start calling it
home. He normaly looked around the junkyard for food, but one day he couldn't find
any. He disided to go look in town.
As he was walking he heard a high pich bark. His ears percked
up. He But his
nose on the ground to find any
scent of a dog. He found somthing but lost it behind a fence.
He stood up on a trashcan. He looked over and saw a bright
red dog. She seemed to be alone. He called out to her, and when
she turned, he asked her if
she had any idea where some food might be. She turned and said. "Your
standing on a trashcan, aren't you?"
And turned back and started chewing on a stick once again. He thought
to himself
why he didn't think of that.
He was just so curious to see what was over the fence. He knocked over
the trash
can. He saw a can of ham
and ate it. It started geting dark, so he headed his way home.
He next morning he wokeup. He streched out. And went to the lake for a
quick swim. He got up, shook his fur,
and went back into town. As much as he tried to
remember where he saw the
dog, he couldn't and he walked back home. He lied on the driver's seat. Waiting
for night to come. Then...he heard another bark. It sounded
famliar and he looked outside.
There she was, with her owner on a walk. He walked to the front of the junkyard
and looked out of the chain linked fence. They headed to the park.
He felt he needed to follow.
He slunk around the fence and started to walk to the park. He shyly walked over.
He saw her owner tie up
the red dog to the bench, while she went to get a snowcone. He walked over to her
. "Um, hey, Remeber
me from yesterday? The uh...one that needed food." He said. She looked at him and did
remeber. She
Laughted and sat down. "Yes, I remeber...do you want to use our
garbage can again?" She laughted.
He blushed and said no. "My name's Re- um Tori." He said. "Cool, So, what do you need?" She asked. "Um
nothing...I just wanted to say thanks." He said and started walking of. "
So where do you live?" She asked as he started walking away. "Um...I uh...kinda..." He struggled to say anything. "A stray?" She asked. "Um..yeah." She
Was about to say somthing, but he owner came back. "Okay girl, let's finnish up our walk." She smiled and lead
the dog away.
Why I want them: I think he was well disigned, and I wanted a dalmation mix, but couldn't make one on my own that looked good. His disign is
perfect.
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I'll do more when I'll have enough of time
- but could you mabye PM me all the pics instead? and just put the latest coloured pic in your post? ( that way the oter memebers wont have to scroll though your pics)
